I met this girl at a bar in New York (which there is no smoking) and we hit it off pretty well. We made plans that night to go horseback riding the next day. On the 45 minute drive to the ranch, I lit a cigarette. She gave me a horrible dirty look and proceeded to tell me how much she hated smokers. This didn't really offend me; I threw the cigarette out the window and told her that I didn't have to do it right in front of her if it bothered her that much. She seemed content with this and it was like nothing ever happened. About 20 minuets later, she fumbled around in this tiny purse and pulled out a bowl and proceeded to smoke it. I don't smoke weed, but it doesn't bother me either, so I acted like it wasn't even happening. I calmly waited for her to finish, and then lit another cigarette. I couldn't believe she had the audacity to ask me not to again, so I stopped the car and asked her to get out. She did and I sat in the car and finished my smoke. Then, I told her she could get back in. Needless to say, we never made it horseback riding and never spoke all the way home or ever again.
— Jason, 24